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Clue, ho, what you vibin' on over there, boy?

And what's a man to do? See, what's a man to say?
When sh*t just falling down and pain don't go away
Just look for .38s, clean sh*t like Molly Maids
They call from calling cards, they tryna make a way
I seen so many fade and plenty get hurt
Look at the ground differently because my dawgs in the dirt
I got a call from one my dawgs, he said he doing the hurt
You see from packages, was wrapping it and making it work
But too much n***as wan' be talkative to police and clerks
And my mama told me, "Boy, don't snitch, these bullets, they hurt"
I had a Maggie on my lap and Springfield in the purse
I'm a villain in the city like my name Mr. Burns
But this ain't Simpsons, they caught him simpin'
He thought hе got it in, they left him limpin'
Life was looking bеtter, then they took it in a instant
Flood the strip with hella sticks and run it like a engine
My dawgy got a sentence and he never coming home
He tellin' me it's twenty-five years until parole
We was young and shedding tears from like nine years old
Everything I spit is real, it's coming from the soul
Told you n***as I'm a GOAT, I put pressure like a bomb
Shots will ring and box him in like it's an octagon, huh
The burner kicking like Jorge Masvidal
We seeing cheese like we working at a dairy farm
Got it in many ways, still needed more
I was six years old when police came and kicked in my door
I still remember grade six, comin' home from the store
Another raid, I seen my mommy's face lay on the floor
See better days to come but we we're fighting through storms
I had the soldiers in the field like the children of corn
A body drop on any block, and yeah, we made it the norm
Them bodies drop on any block, and yeah, we made it the norm, yeah
Here he go, switch his flow, Roney cold like ten below
Seen a stove make a mill', turned it to a pot of gold
I should know, I seen n***as switch up for a half a O
I should know, I seen b*t*hes switch up, go f**k your bro
I just linked my dawg, he said he down to ride
It's homicides, bodies on the other side
We took it over, hit his block, that sh*t get colonized
We keep a stick and spray a n***a, he a pesticide
I thought he ride, sh*t, that boy invisible
Lucky that we keep a stick, shoot individuals
And we was trapping, started rapping for residuals
I thought he ride, uh-uh, uh-uh

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